Yu Xiaoqiao obviously noticed this, and looked a little nervous. But according to the procedure, I bowed to Concubine Xian, and then got up, looked at Concubine Xian, and waited for the instructions to start.

"Life is beautiful, and the spirit is full. Don't know what you're going to perform? Concubine Xian looked at Yu Xiaoqiao's appearance, and her eyes flashed slightly. This evaluation is better than Xun Meng just now. Xun Meng didn't get too much attention in terms of appearance, but the dance was really refreshing.

"The women of the people can write poetry." Yu Xiaoqiao adjusted his mood and said loudly. After that, he also took care of Concubine Xian and Wang Ziyu with his eyes. Wang Ziyu was also slightly stunned. Supposedly, if you want to do assassination, the best thing is dance. Using techniques similar to Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, you can suddenly attack Concubine Xian Niangniang, which makes people unguardable. But she chose to compose poetry. But in this era, although there is poetry, it has not reached its peak like the Tang and Song dynasties, and there is some poetry, which is also the "Book of Songs" in the "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island" and the like, although it is full of beauty, but compared with the poetry achievements of later generations, it is not just a level.

If you show your talent, in this era, it is really difficult to talk about poetry, and the bonus points for image will be worse than dancing, musical instruments, singing or something. I really didn't expect that Yu Xiaoqiao would choose an unpopular choice, is this a sign of being very confident in his appearance?

"Are you sure you're writing poems rather than memorizing them?" Wang Ziyu interjected.

"Poetry, of course. Definitely no one before it. Yu Xiaoqiao's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Wang Ziyu very confidently. Then that's kind of interesting. Others dare not evaluate, the quality of this poem, Wang Zi Yu has too much right to speak. In his lifetime, he could see a large number of famous poetry classics left in history, and when he came to this life, he brought his hard drive. On the hard drive, there is a general guide to ancient Chinese poetry, which almost includes the main poetry works of China since the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, as well as quotations from famous artists.

"Okay, please start." Wang Ziyu smiled. Today, he wants to see this Yu Xiaoqiao's talent, and whether he can be on par with Li Qingzhao.

"I'll start with a song about a goose swimming in the water." Yu Xiaoqiao cleared his throat, then stretched out a hand, as if pointing to the river, and then said in a low voice: "Goose, goose, goose......"

As soon as these words came out, the tea that Wang Ziyu had just drunk in his mouth almost squirted out. Fortunately, Zuo Xi's body's martial arts are super powerful, and he just pressed the tea back. I'll go, this Yu Xiaoqiao can really make it up, and he actually made out this famous sentence for the ages. This poem was written when Luo Bin Wang, the fourth master of the early Tang Dynasty, was written when he was seven years old, and it was recited through the ages, and in the life of Wang Ziyu, he also entered the primary school textbook for study, which shows its great influence. Based on this poem, Wang Ziyu can conclude that this Yu Xiaoqiao is not from this era, at least from which dynasty after the Tang Dynasty. It's interesting now, I didn't expect to hunt, but I encountered such a strange piece.

This Daluo Empire is really interesting, it's not just as simple as an ordinary palace fight. The boring court life has added new elements of color. And this Yu Xiao Qiao can also do martial arts, and he is also very powerful. As for whether it is more awesome than Zuo Xi's body, I will soon know.

Sure enough, this poem made by Yu Xiao Qiao is exactly the one by Luo Bingwang, which is completely plagiarized. However, as Yu Xiaoqiao said, there is no one before. Standing in the historical era of the Daluo Empire, there is indeed no one before. But from this point on, it meets the requirements of literary creation, and we can't say that others plagiarize. If you insist on pointing this out, then you must expose the fact that Wang Ziyu is not in this dynasty. But the question is, who can believe in this evil?

What awaits must be an endless pursuit. Instead of taking risks, it is better to be hypocritical and wrong.

"It's done well, it's really a bit of a poem with a scene, and the scene has a sense of poetry. However, this poem is relatively simple and slightly thin. If you use this poem as a talent show, I'm afraid it will have a certain impact on your score. After hearing this, Concubine Xian said lightly. This goes without saying. commented like this, the score must be lower than Xun Meng's score.

When Wang Ziyu heard this, Concubine Xian's comment was okay, which was equivalent to stimulating Yu Xiaoqiao, and then asking her to make a few more songs to show her extraordinary talent. Thinking of this, Wang Ziyu also spoke.

"What Concubine Xian said is very true. Yu Xiaoqiao, you might as well make a few more poems to prove your talent in poetry. ”

"Okay. However, I'm going to take out a few old poems as poems for this talent show. Yu Xiaoqiao settled down and said generously. As soon as he heard this, the prince was happy, and it seemed that this was going to be foreshadowed.

"Yes. But like the one just now, just keep it unprecedented. Concubine Xian replied with interest.

"Good. This is a poem about homesickness. The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. "I'll go, Wang Ziyu was stupid for a moment. This Yu Xiao Qiao is really the queen of the crossing, and even this famous sentence is recorded in his name. That's nice. This poem instantly got rid of the thin poetry of the big goose just now, and immediately brought everyone a faint nostalgia. Especially the little girls around Concubine Xian, the corners of their eyes became moist. Hey, when I entered the palace, I also became a subordinate, and I don't know where I am tomorrow, can I not feel homesick?

"It's really talented. This poem, homesick, makes the palace miss the family of Fengxian City. That familiar place, I haven't seen it in years. Hey, what's wrong with Hongu? How do you make a poem sad? It seems that this can be scored full marks for Xiao Qiao's talent. ”

Wang Ziyu was almost happy. This concubine is a temperamental person, and if she sees one, she will give a full score, so if she meets a good one later, she will have to add points. It's time to show your true talent. Wang Ziyu interjected and said: "Niangniang, we might as well let Yu Xiaoqiao make another song on the spot to describe Niangniang's appearance, so as to truly show Yu Xiaoqiao's talent." ”

Wang Ziyu thought to himself, I see how you plagiarize Yu Xiaoqiao. This is a proposition poem, and there is a fight with Cao Pi, the emperor of Wei during the Three Kingdoms period. Cao Pi ordered Cao Zhi to become a poem in seven steps, the poem can be forgiven, and if the poem is not successful, he will be killed. Although it is not necessary to kill Xiao Qiao here, this on-the-spot performance, if it is not for absolute talent, it is very difficult to complete. And even if it is completed, it is difficult to satisfy the examiner. After all, to write a poem, you can only say that you have a bit of talent. But to be able to write about the heart of a person who has only seen one face, it requires some talent to observe words and colors. If you shoot well, it will be colorful, and if you don't shoot well, it will easily lead to death.

This Yu Xiaoqiao is really a master of art and bold, he glanced at Wang Ziyu, his anger did not grow, his face did not change, and then he carefully looked at Concubine Xian, and then used the index finger and middle finger of his left hand to poke lightly on the left cheek a few times, as if she was thinking, and after a while, she finally spoke. As soon as he opened his mouth, he directly attracted applause from the audience.